I am the linchpin, no I am the linchpin
the fulcrum at the consciousness
retreat
swoon with sacred sand crystalline
hover with leaves above forest surface
electric valiha soothes brain
though she touched the Malaysian crabgrass
I still love her as if she were human
and voice reminds me
that sacred cows moo in pleasure
and the wait – there is no waiting
and the pain – there is no pain
and the control – there is no control
and the sight – there is no seeing
and the belief